I'm blacking out and waking up in dangerous places, not knowing what I've done. And going to goth clubs, creepy rich guy parties, and experimental music shows with my formerly possessed, amnesiac roommate isn't helping the situation much. Yea, I'm partying, but I swear I'm not doing any drugs—that's not why I'm passing out—I stick to a couple of good ol' cheap, American beers. I am starting to worry that something is very wrong with me, though. And the trouble I'm getting into during my blackouts is getting more and more extreme. I'm lucky I haven't been jailed... yet. After battling evil spirits and traveling to hell dimensions, is your girl Kendra finally starting to crack? Well, if witnessing the unique train wreck that's my life is the kind of thing that gets you off, you're gonna want to read my blog.